The Small Things That Start It
Because I love the way you’re in my thoughts.
It doesn’t take much to get me imagining.
The way your gym shorts cling after a workout. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re talking to someone.
I’ll see something so ordinary — you leaning on the counter, a hand on your hip — and my head starts running with it.
I imagine what would happen if someone else saw you exactly how I do.
How their eyes would follow the same lines mine do.
It’s not the scenario that gets me first. It’s you — and the way you carry yourself without even trying.